I completed another seashell in my “Faded Beauty” series. Though it was not a conscious decision to start a specific series of shell paintings, it did begin with “I am a Shell” two summers ago. As I was painting this piece, a poem came to me which is a bit autobiographical, and so the painting became a self portrait of sorts. I began to see worn and broken seashells as analogies of middle and old age. In a culture that values money, materialism and the beauty of youth, much is lost in the wisdom and inner beauty that comes with time, trials and a desire to evolve into a person of love and light.
Besides, there is only one alternative to growing older and that is dying.
I’ll choose to enjoy the inevitability of age, should I be fortunate enough to do so.
This broken shell is dancing.
nice work